Trying to catch just one good egg

Tuesday, 08 December 2009

I can't believe it's been two months since I've posted! I've started lots of posts in my head but they've not made it past that point. I do apologize.

Seven years ago today I married my mister. I can't believe it's already been seven years. I can't believe it's only been seven years (though there were seven more together before that walk down the aisle).

I've had a rough couple of days, work wise. I'm the only one bringing home any kind of a paycheck right now so even though my heart isn't in it, I have to push through. I'm on a strict deadline and trying to do a month's worth of work in a couple of days. I made good progress today while the mister took care of the wee one.

And now he's taking care of me. He asked if I wanted to go out to eat and celebrate at a nice restaurant.

But honestly? There were an awful lot of nice dinners out over the past seven years while we were waiting for our honeymoon baby. Tonight she's sleeping in her crib, in the most adorable sleep sack you've ever seen thanks to InAHoldingPattern/Finally Arrived. There's no place on earth I'd rather be.

Life is really really really really good. The only thing that could be better is if some of my friends who are still waiting could join me here.

One of my friends (and many of yours!) has joined me and she said I could share her news here. She was there when I started blogging five and a half years ago. There weren't many of us talking about "other" paths back then(actually there weren't many infertility bloggers at all). She has such a distinctive voice, I miss it still on the interwebs.

Without further adieu, shortly before Thanksgiving Emily aka Scrambled Eggs gave birth to a beautiful and healthy daughter with the second most perfect name in the world. Our daughters share the same initials and in face share a last name (although we spell ours a tad bit differently). Here's a bit of what she said:

I'm a little sore but blissfully happy. I can't believe this day
has come. There is still this part of me that can't believe it and
still is afraid someone will come and snatch it away from me. Once an
infertile, always an infertile to some degree.

And
not that anyone has asked about me or followed my story for a long time
now, but you can let anyone in blogland that cares to know, know :)

It was seven years for us and seven years for Emily and her mister. And someday (perhaps very soon) our two daughters will meet. That gives me a warm fuzzy feeling even on a bitterly cold night like tonight.

So life really is good. I've got my green glass loves and my happy ever after. I wish the same for each of you.

PS I'll be back soon to talk adoption stuff, I promise.

PPS Thanks to all who checked in with me. I don't deserve such great readers.

PPPS I'm hoping to have another happy announcement from another old-timer, as soon as I get permission (hint, hint).